Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... thee well ; A thousand thanks for what I learn And what remains to tell . LII . " " T is little more : the day was warm ; At last , tired out with play , She sank her head upon her arm , And at my feet she lay . LIII . " Her eyelids ...
... thee well ; A thousand thanks for what I learn And what remains to tell . LII . " " T is little more : the day was warm ; At last , tired out with play , She sank her head upon her arm , And at my feet she lay . LIII . " Her eyelids ...
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... thee on the grass . O kiss him once for me ! LXI . " O kiss him twice and thrice for me , That have no lips to kiss , For never yet was oak on lea Shall grow so fair as this . " LXII . Step deeper yet in herb and fern , Look further ...
... thee on the grass . O kiss him once for me ! LXI . " O kiss him twice and thrice for me , That have no lips to kiss , For never yet was oak on lea Shall grow so fair as this . " LXII . Step deeper yet in herb and fern , Look further ...
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... , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint ; Thou art the fairest spoken tree From here to Lizard point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery top All throats THE TALKING OAK . 17.
... , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint ; Thou art the fairest spoken tree From here to Lizard point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery top All throats THE TALKING OAK . 17.
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... thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o'er thee shoot , High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling ...
... thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o'er thee shoot , High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling ...
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... thee more in both Than bard has honored beech or lime , Or that Thessalian growth LXXIV . In which the swarthy ringdove sat , And mystic sentence spoke ; And more than England honors that , Thy famous brother - oak , LXXV . Wherein the ...
... thee more in both Than bard has honored beech or lime , Or that Thessalian growth LXXIV . In which the swarthy ringdove sat , And mystic sentence spoke ; And more than England honors that , Thy famous brother - oak , LXXV . Wherein the ...
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Стр. 444 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Стр. 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Стр. 32 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Стр. 32 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Стр. 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Стр. 365 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Стр. 41 - Never, never,' whisper'd by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
Стр. 364 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Стр. 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Стр. 377 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.